#Also I have no idea why but on mobile this gif looks terrible </3 but on desktop it looks fine.

[sleepy-dreamers-inc]

Being Exiled with Tommy Headcannons!|| 🥀

irl/ in-game

Genre| angst + comfort

h e a d c a n n o n s||

Sypnosis|

Both you and Tommy ended up getting exiled together.

Artist| OliverSonder on twitter!!

Warnings] mentions of manipulation, character death, spoilers for Tommy’s Exile Arc and the Season 2 finale!!

[can be seen as both platonic or romantic!!]

||gender neutral reader!!||

(also this was not grammar checked and im to lazy to watch through hours of footage so if anything in here is wrong blame it on the DSMP Wiki OKAY LETS GO-)

So i think its pretty established that if you end up getting exiled with Tommy your one of two things.

- Really sweet and loyal friend that will stick up for in-justice and be there when someone needs you the most

Or

- A total fucking gremlin that will steal your kneecaps and toes and eat your shower curtains in the middle of the night.

There is no inbetween here you guys.

I did end up going for Reader A, though. But you guys tell me if you want headcannons for a gremlin!reader because i will gladly do that!!

But anyways just... enjoy exile!

Exile|

- It was about his third day in exile when Y/N appeared through the nether portal, bags, pouches, tools, armor, etc. on their person. Tommy thought they either were here to beat him up or got exiled themselves.

- Tommy was pleasantly surprised when he learned that Y/N was actually there on their own accord, helping him through exile and being his shoulder to lean on. The first few days we’re rough, fighting back mobs in the night and farming crops all day. His clothes we’re starting to get dirty and torn by the time Y/N got there.

- Y/N ended up making a little bunker about 30 blocks from where they’re tent was, where they hid all theirs and Tommy’s valuables, such as armor, diamonds & iron, and rations. Although Y/N never gave into Dream and gave him they’re stuff, Y/N simply refused, they wouldn’t be giving in that easily.

- Most of they’re days are spent in caves mining away, chatting and fighting off Creeper’s as they tried to keep the moral high, always keeping Tommy company. Y/N never let him go anywhere alone, they we’re always with him, like his own bodyguard of sorts.

- One time they both find a Mineshaft though and got lost, they ended up at the surface two dayd later with torn clothes, cuts and bruises and we’re in bad shape. Thankfully Y/N had a brewing stand at they’re camp though, so Healing Potions we’re semi-easy to make/get.

- After the duo end up going to the artic though... things got... weird.

- Techno was not expecting to open his door to find the heathen Tommy and sweetheart Y/N at his doorstep shivering and begging to come inside, bags thrown on they’re shoulders as they teeth chattered from the cold wind and snow.

- Whenever Dream comes to visit Y/N always has to hide with Tommy, reassuring him that its okay and they’ll always be there for him, and protect him at any cost, which he highly appreciates.

- The ‘gapple-eating’ thing Tommy did was a cute, yet depressing thing. Seeing him hasitly munching on golden-coated apples was funny and caused giggles, but the meaning behind it always left Y/N with a lump in their throat and a hole in their heart.

- Whenever Tommy is in danger and calls for Dream, Y/N always has to stop him and bring him back to reality, making Tommy realize Dream isnt his friend, and never was. Many nights have happened where the two talk about Tommy’s feelings with Dream, not only for Tommy to vent and let everything out, but also for Y/N to understand whats going on in his head.

- When going into the Nether Tommy always grips Y/N’s hand, as his fear of lava and heights consumes him whole in that firey dimension.

- When Tommy gets up close to Dream in the cabin? Y/N is scared spineless, if people could see them, they’d see the palest, most terrified and worried being on earth.

- Y/N having a heart attack when Ghostbur slips up

- Ghostbur is just a whole thing and just. Y/N needs a break, okay?

- Y/N begrudgingly helping Tommy build his cobblestone tower outside of Techno’s cabin.

- Y/N apologizing soon after to Techno only for him to laugh and ruffle Y/N’s hair, saying he knows how Tommy can get anyone to any situation.

- Very rarely does Y/N ever leave Tommy’s side, when they do its usually to get supplies or visit they’re friends. So when Y/N was walking back to the Nether portal to see Tommy, Techno and Dream all standing there, looking like they’re about to slit the others throat, well...

- Nobody has ever seen Y/N drop kick a person so fast.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Y/N yelled, they’re sword at Dream’s neck, as he laid on his back, his mask covering his shocked expression.

“Answer. Me.” Y/N gritted through their teeth, pushing their swordfurther against the masked mans throat. Techno soon chimed in, reassuring Y/N that nothing to terrible happened.

“It’s fine, Y/N. He didn’t do anything, why not we head back home? Wouldn’t want that homeless man to be to scared spineless, eh?” Techno said, hand on they’re shoulder as he looked Y/N in the eyes.

The 3 walked back to the Nether portal, purple mist engulfing Tommy and Techno as Y/N stood in front of the portal. Back turned towards Dream, Y/N shifted they’re head and glared at Dream with eyes that could kill.

“Don’t do anything you might regret, you megalomaniac.”

- When Tommy and Tubbo decide to go fight Dream, Y/N is both excited and scared. They hope Dream will finally be taken down, but they dont want Tommy (& Tubbo) to be taken down as well.

- So like any amazing best friend, Y/N brews up a bunch of potions of Strength, Healing + Regen, Invisibility and more. Even if Tommy thought he was going to be walking out of there alone, he wasn’t going to be. Y/N would make sure.

- Y/N watched from afar as Tommy got his disc out of the jukebox, laughing in success. All Y/N did was clap quietly, making sure they’re Invisibility didn’t wear off. They we’re making sure Tommy stayed safe, even if he didn’t realize it. Y/N loved him with they’re whole heart, and everyone knew that.

- At Dreams secret base, Y/N was just getting there as Tommy took Dreams first canon life.

“Tommy. Stop. Dont do anything you might regret.” Dream snarled, looking at the teenage boy, his blue eyes dull, yet full of passion and vigor.

All Tommy did was pursue forward, as everyone waited for what was to come. Tommy took one step to close though, because Dream had decided that he had enough.

Dream brought his arm into the air, hand curled into a fist, he was about to hurl his hand into Tommy’s face when Dream suddenly fell to the ground, arrow in his forehead.

Dream was shot by Y/N

Y/N stood there, enchanted bow in hand, infront of the nether portal that swirled with an eerie purple mist. Y/N lowered their bow, staring at the man who tortured Tommy for weeks now. Y/N simply stepped forward and towered over Dreams corpse before it disappeared in thin air.

Lets just say Dream wouldn’t be hurting the blonde heathen anytime soon.

a/n: howdy everyone how we doing? Decided to do Tommy x Reader for this post, although i am MAJORLY simping for Wilbur atm and i have brainrot so that’ll most likely be the next post (if i dont do a pt. 2 for this one but even so WILBUR).

Anyways i hope i did racooninnit justice, i have no idea how to do headcannons since half the time i ramble (its the adhd) so this was new for me. Definitely not my strong suit but like you live ya learn. Also, sorry if i left out quite a lot, i might make a fic about this and include more events, but this is really long for headcannons (because of my layout) so i didn’t include to much. I dont want people scrolling for like 20 seconds to go to another post (i write on mobile so undercut is not a thing for me RIP)

Anyways have a lovely day and dont let Tommy eat all your gapples!!

[softiee-babyy]

IN MY BLOOD

Summary: The one where Y/N cheats on Shawn. And he gets really devastated and heartbroken. Shawn starts drinking a lot and starts sleeping with any random model every night to ease/ ignore his pain.

1.2k words.

P.S. This is my first time writing a fic on here. So pardon any mistakes. ❤

Finally, a sense of relief rushed through me as my world tour was finally over. I felt really relaxed cause at last now I’ll be getting more time to spend with my beautiful girlfriend y/n. As I was on my way to our shared apartment I started missing her more and more by every minute that passed. I wanted to see her, feel her, touch her, tease her, caress her and please her. Alas! The car stopped in front the huge multi story building in whose apartment me and y/n live. To say I was excited would be an understatement, I was feeling like kid whose parent bought him to a huge toy store and gave him the permission to buy anything. I exchanged pleasantries with the receptionist at the front of the lobby and patiently waited for an elevator. As I stepped in the elevator and it’s doors started closing a feeling a nervousness and excitement rushed through me, it’s been six months since I’ve seen my baby y/n . This is gonna be a surprise foe her, as I didn’t told her that I’m coming back today, I’m eagerly waiting to see her reaction to this surprise. Finally, the elevator stopped at the 27th floor and steeped out of it and started making my way to our apartment through the hallway.  I slowly inserted the key into the keyhole of our doorknob. I smoothly opened the door, and yelled “ I’M BACK HOME Y/N”

I expected her to run towards me as soon as she would’ve have heard this, but I didn’t saw her coming towards me at all. Instead I heard some noises, not normal sounds, those were of someone moaning, and those moans aren’t of someone else, they’re of y/n- I know this cause I could recognize her voice even from miles away- “Don’t worry shawn nothing’s wrong, she might just be pleasuring herself” my subconscious mind is telling me this . I don’t  know what to do, maybe she’s just enjoying herself, but what if she’s doing what a part of my mind is telling me that she’s doing. I finally mustered up some courage and made my way to our bedroom. I slowly turned the doorknob and braced myself for whatever’s gonna happen next. The door slowly opened to reveal me a sight which was more than heartbreaking for me. At first, I thought this is just an illusion and none of this is true but, There she was, my pretty y/n fucking another man on our bed, on which we used to make so much love and memories. She clearly hadn’t noticed me till now, cause if she would’ve, she’d clearly be jumping off that man and explaining to me the reasons of why she did, what she did.

Finally, her filthy little eyes-whom once were the most prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen- met mine. She did exactly what I thought she’d do, she jumped off of him, grabbed her clothes and started walking towards me with her head hanged low. She looked up at me with her teary eyes but she didn’t say anything instead she started crying, I almost got tempted to forgive her and wrap my arms around her tiny body, cause I can’t see her in pain. But I kept telling myself  that “it’s her fault”, “you did nothing wrong”, “she should be sorry” to keep me from losing my composure. Finally she spoke something, more like she whispered something, “Shawn I-“ , I quickly cut her off by saying ,”Save it”. She starts sobbing more harder and to be honest it kinda hurt me to see her like this, but it’s her fault, she bought this upon herself. “Shawn atleast please listen to me once”, she spoke in her tiny voice, “No I won’t, cause you’re the one who broke my trust, you cheated on me, and expect me to listen to you huh?” , “Shawn I had reasons”, “What reasons? Wasn’t I enough for you?” I firmly asked this question to her, but she didn’t answer, she just kept whimpering her sobbing. “Do not ever show me your dirty face ever again, we’re over, everything we had between us is over, I trusted and loved you with all my heart, but I never expected you to do something like this to me. I hope you enjoyed playing with my feelings. Have a great life ahead, but don’t expect me to be in it. Goodbye Y/N!” It took every ounce of strength that I had in me to say those words and to leave her fragile body sobbing on the doorway with that stranger still lying on our bed and walk out the room and apartment without ever looking back.

I walked out the building in pure rage, I was raged not because of y/n but because I started thinking myself as a lower person to that mediocre man whom y/n was cheating on me with. Thousands of questions were running through my mind and my blood was boiling. I don’t know what I was doing my body was not in control of my mind, I started running on the road ,to god knows where, I didn’t cared about any vehicles hitting me, cause the only thought that was going through my mind were about y/n. I almost got hit by a car but I didn’t cared, I kept on running, and screaming y/n’s name. Some fans noticed me and started running behind me, I somehow dodged them. But then suddenly I saw camera lights flashing at me, and there I saw dozens of paps surrounding me and taking pictures of me, asking me non-sense questions, I was not ready to answer any of them, so I pushed them all away. I don’t care what the headlines tomorrow are gonna be tomorrow, I just want to escape the terrible thing that I witnessed right now, I just wanna run away from this pain.

My mind was not working, my body was not in my control, and my heart was gone numb. I’m now at my house, I don’t know what to do, I’m just laying on my couch being all surrounded by alcoholic bottles, and thinking about how the love of my life betrayed me.

It’s been 3 weeks since y/n cheated on me, everyday felt the same, everything was blurry, y/n had called & texted me countless amount of time but I didn’t answered it, cause I didn’t had the strength to. All that my days were consisted of was drinking and hooking up with random models, it didn’t ease the pain but it most definitely made me ignore it. It still felt like a bad nightmare, but I had to accept the harsh reality. I still remember the day when I first met y/n. She accidently spilled her coffee on me and bought me a shirt in spite of me telling her no multiple times. Her cheekiness & down to earth nature attracted me towards her the most. And I was certain that it was love at first sight at least for me.

All thoughts about y/n were clouding my mind when the sound of my mobile phone’s ringtone interrupted my thought process. And It was who I expected it to be. MISS Y/N Y/L/N. I was confused on whether to pick up the call or decline it. After a few seconds of thinking, I finally decided to pick up the call.

Y/N: Hello, shawn…

 Hey! Thank you so much for reading this. I hope u liked it. Pardon my mistakes. Also sorry for the cliffhanger, but the rest of the story will be revealed in the next part 😊

p.s. send me some fic ideas/requests...

[breanime]

What about a rival gang coming after you to get to rio and you get shot in the side. When you wake up from surgery your super scared and looking/asking around for rio but he’s out “taking care of it” and when he comes back you’re super upset with him and just scared and he loves on you and is super apologetic. Thank you! 💛💛

To be clear: my requests aren’t open, I’m just finishing up headcannons from yesterday :)

This one got a little long...haha, my bad 

*gif not mine*

As soon as the gun goes off, Rio’s whole world seems to stop

One second, he was pushing you to the floor and pulling out his pistol, shooting at the assholes who came for him

And the next, you’re screaming

When he looked down at you, he can see the blood seeping through your clothes

And his heart stops

He vaguely registers the sound of his own voice, and Mick and his guys run up, guns blasting, while Rio crouches down next to you

There are tears in his eyes, and he hates that because he doesn’t want the last thing you see to be him crying

He hates that his mind want there, and Rio tries to focus in on you, telling you that you’re gonna be ok, to stay with him

But your eyes flutter close, and while he can feel you breathing and knows that you just lost consciousness, he’s shaking with fear

Rio doesn’t know it, but you can still hear him as you’re passed out

And the last thing you hear is his voice, deep and slow and full of absolute RAGE saying

“Every person--every. single. one.--who had something to do with this is dead”

When you wake up, you’re in a hospital room

Your side hurts, and you hiss as you try to sit up

One of Rio’s guys is there, and he gets up and goes to your side, telling you to try not to move

“W... Where’s Rio?” You ask weakly

“He’s taking care of this,” the guy assures you, “but you’re safe. I’m here, and there are two other guys outside...”

“Wait, what does that mean? ‘Taking care of this’?” You ask, though you know the answer

The guy steps back, looking uncomfortable. “Just... Just rest, I’ll let him know you’re up”

You wait until the door closes behind him to cry

You’re scared, and in pain, and you’re worried about Rio

You don’t want to be there, you want to be with him, in his arms

Why wasn’t he here with you?

Less than 30 minutes later, Rio walks in the room

His face is bruised, and you can see blood on his shoes, but he looks fine

When he walks into your room, you can see the anger in him

His eyes are black, and his shoulders are tensed

His fists are balled up at his sides, and you can feel the power, the anger, the murderous rage coming off of him as he moves towards you

You can tell that your man has killed tonight, and from the looks of him--

--he killed more than once

But as Rio gets closer to you, he softens

His eyes turn sad, and his frown is one of guilt and sorrow, not rage as he looks at you

He stands at the side of your bed, looking down at you before reaching his hand out and caressing the side of your face, his long, bruised knuckles brushing your tears

“Baby, I--”

“Where were you?” You interrupt, and he steps back

“Taking care of--”

“--of business,” you finish for him, sitting up, wincing as you did, “yeah, I heard,” you want to swat him away when he steps back over to you and helps you up, but you can’t

Instead, you lean into his touch

“I was so scared...” You say, tears gathering in your eyes

“I know, baby,” Rio says back, “I’m sorry, I should have protected you--”

“No, not then,” you shook your head, “Now. When I woke up and you were gone.” You sniffle. “I was all alone.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, sitting on the edge of your bed, “but I’m here now, and I ain’t leavin’ your side till you’re all better”

You nod, and he leans over and kisses your forehead, his lips soft and warm on your skin

You let Rio wrap his arms around you, melting into his touch

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, “I’m so sorry, baby”

You don’t know if he’s apologizing for not being there or for you getting shot, but either way, you tell him it’s okay

Rio is true to his word

He stays with you every day while you’re in the hospital, sleeping on a cot next to you

He wakes up before you, makes sure you’re sleeping comfortably and kisses your forehead as he watches you sleep

Rio has the nurses show him how best to change the dressing on your side and what to do when you’re in pain

He also has a very serious talk with the (slightly intimidated) doctor about what meds you’ll be on and how much activity you should be doing while you’re healing

During the day, he sits in bed with you, you in his lap and his arms wrapped around your waist, and you watch terrible daytime TV together

He gets hella into the soap operas

He still gets calls and texts, but he stays in the room with you while he discusses business, unless you’re asleep

In which case, he’ll send in 3 of his guys

(2 to watch over you and 1 to entertain you)

while he handles business

Rio tells you exactly what he did to the members of the rival gang

It’s gruesome, but he wants to keep you in the loop, and you’re grateful

The only time Rio leaves your side for more than a few minutes is the day before you’re schedule to go home

He preps the house

Makes sure there are clean sheets on the bed

Buys extra soft, feather-stuffed pillows for you

Lays out your favorite, comfiest set of PJs for you

And makes sure the fridge is stocked with all of your favorite foods

He also stops by one of his warehouses to check the product and make sure Mick’s keeping everything going while Rio is busy

(he is)

Then he goes back to the hospital to pick you up

When you get home, Rio doesn’t let you lift a finger

He holds you all day, kissing you and telling you over and over how sorry he is

Finally, you look up at him and say: “Baby, I don’t blame you for any of this. It’s okay. I love you.”

“Love you too, mama,” he smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes, “So much...”

You can tell Rio holds a lot of guilt and regret over what happened, so you try to show him that you’re fine

You get more and more mobile with each passing day

And so one day, you wake up before Rio--

--he hadn’t been sleeping through the night since you’d gotten shot, he wakes up in the middle of the night to check on you, and sometimes he can’t fall back asleep until the sun comes up

So you press a soft kiss to his cheek, glad that he’s sleeping, and sneak down to the kitchen

It takes you longer to get to the kitchen than it used to (obviously), but once you’re there, you start cooking Rio a big breakfast

You’re struggling to reach the pancake mix in the cabinet when you hear Rio’s voice

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

He strides across the kitchen, glaring at you

“Makin’ breakfast.” you answer, pouting when he pulls your hand down. “What?”

Rio takes a breath, a telltale sign that he was upset with you but trying not to overeact

“You’re supposed to be relaxing,” he says carefully

“I know, but I’m feeling better, and I wanted to make you breakfast cause you’ve been taking such good care of me.”

He sighs, and you can see his eyes soften as he looks at you. “That’s insane,” he chuckles, “you’re insane...” He leans down and kisses you, his arms wrapping around you

His kiss is soft and gentle, and when he pulls back, he’s smiling--

--an actual, genuine Rio smile

“I love you,” you say, smiling back at him

“I love you too,” he says, kissing you again

He takes you to bed then, and you spend the morning in his arms

You know he’s still not ready to talk about his feelings with all of this yet, and you’re not going to push him,

but you try to let him know a few things.

Namely that you’re safe now, you don’t blame him, and you know that he’ll always do whatever it takes to protect you

And he does

The next time the two of you go out, when you’re all better, you can tell there’s been a shift in dynamics in the streets

Everyone treats you with a strong sense of respect, and when you walk down the street, people almost throw themselves into traffic to get out of your way

You raise an eyebrow as the owner of the expensive restaurant Rio brought you to nearly breaks his neck to open the door and greet you

The restaurant is empty; Rio reserved it for just the two of you

(and the guards he keeps around you now)

“Really, Rio?” You ask

He grins, his hand on your waist

“Just doing what I can to keep my girl safe,” he says innocently

You laugh, and spend the rest of the evening basking in Rio’s love

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Okay, I’m not even gonna lie hurt/comfort is my JAM, and I will DEFINITELY be fleshing this idea out before I go to bed so I can (hopefully) dream about it. Thanks for reading! Please let me know what you think!

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[minaofmayhem]

IMAGINE #29 - Something that I already know...

I got this idea on my mind and I wanted to write it. For those who doesn’t know, Nick had some serious problems with alcohol/drugs for a moment in his career. Kevin helped him at that time (as others) but I wanted to write something sweet and hopeful with a girl in love with him who could also helped him. Hope the Nick’s fan out there will like it ! Enjoy! 💕

Summary : You are one of Nick closest friends. One night, your cousin Kevin calls you for an emergency and you quickly come to help the one you secretly love since a long time…

Pairing : Nick Carter x Reader

Warnings : Mentions of alcohol, drugs abused. 

A/N : Sorry if there are some incoherences or mistakes about drugs, medication and so on. I’m not a specialist. Also this is only coming from my imagination 😁

The phone ringing suddenly resounds in your bedroom, like if someone was actuating a big alarm into your ear. Awaken with a start, you take a moment before realizing that the sounds wasn’t in your dream but actually coming from your mobile phone. Still half asleep, you wink a few times, going back to reality. Like a terrible noise, the ringing reminds you that you need to pick up the phone. Quickly, you grope around for it on your nightstand and look at the name on the screen. It’s Kevin, your cousin. Why does he call you during the middle of the night ? It’s 3 am. It’s a bit early or late, it depends on where they are for the moment. Your thumb clicks on the button to answer. 

“Hello ?”

“(X/Y) ? It’s Kevin. I’m sorry to wake you up so early”. He probably heard your sleepy voice on the other side of the line. 

“No it’s ok, Kev. Don’t worry” you assure him, getting up to be sit on your bed. His voice is quite worried and it concerns you. Hand on your forehead, you look the beautiful lights of the city of Miami outside the window, waiting for his answer.

“I’m sorry (X/Y) but...he messed around...again. But this time, this is really serious. I...I don't know what to do. I didn’t know whom to call. Can you come ?”. You close your eyes and sigh loudly. When will he stop to screw up ? And you know exactly who’s responsible too in this case. You fulminate, just thinking about her. 

“Ok, I’m coming. Where are you ?”. You hang out after reassuring Kevin. Poor him, he’s always into this troubles. Two minutes later, you receive a message with the address. They were in Miami for the BSB “Black and Blue Tour” so they were having a room in a hotel room. In less than ten minutes, you quickly slip on your jeans, a sweet, take your nurse bag and you were ready to go. Luckily, the hotel wasn’t far from your apartment. Plus there isn’t so much trafic at 3 am. 

Once inside the hotel, you see Kevin coming from the lifts area to welcome you. Without him, you could’t enter anyway. The guards were already looking suspiciously at you. They are forced to reinforce the security if they don’t want groupies in there. 

“Kevin, what happened ?”. Kevin gently grabs your shoulder to make you move along to the lifts. He doesn't say anything until you are together in the cabin, far away from indiscreet ears. If someone heard something, this must be on the newspaper on the morning. This has to remain secret. When the lift starts, you look at him with big eyes to urge him to speak.

“He went out with her again, in a club in town...She gave him something, I don’t know what exactly, but now...he’s completely sick. He vomited and had some problems to breath...That’s why I called you up”

“Wait wait...”, you say, trying to make a mental note. As a nurse at the Miami Central Hospital, you are used to take care of ill people but first, you need to have all the informations to know how to help him. “How did he come back here ?”. The lift’s door open and you quickly run till his room. Kevin gives you the last informations while walking.  

“I don’t know how but he succeeded to call me. I heard at his voice that he wasn’t feeling good”. As soon as you arrive in front of the door, Kevin grabs his key and quickly opens it. You rush into the room and immediately a strong and sharp smell hits your noise. Nick had vomit again in the bucket that Kevin had give him. He was lying on his bed, still dressed, bending double with an hand on his stomach. He was moaning in pain as lying on his back on the mattress. 

“It’s ok Nick, (X/Y) is here. She’ll help you”, says Kevin to his friend, to comfort him. You nod and quickly make your way to the bed. You give the full bucket to Kevin to clean it in the bathroom while you do a quick check up on Nick. You put your nurse bag at the end of the bed and approach him. You feel your heart squeeze up when you see him. He was totally pale, with dilated pupils. He starts to freeze and some sweat drops pearl on his forehead.

“(X/Y)...”, he whispers as looking at you. 

“Hush...Calm down, it’s ok Nick. I’m here, we’re going to heal you”. You sit down at the end of the bed and put your forearm on his forehead to check his temperature. He was completely burning.

“I’m cold...so cold”, he moans with his body shaking. No doubt, he surely has temperature. To be sure, you quickly take your thermometer from your bag and put it into his mouth (something you succeed after a little fight with him). While you are waiting, Kevin comes back from the bathroom with the clean bucket. He looks at you, concerned. 

“He’s having temperature. We need to take off his clothes”, you explain as Kevin simply nods and helps you to undress Nick. It was difficult due to the fact that he didn't really help you, he was constantly moving in his bed, complaining. Sometimes he was saying or seeing incomprehensible things. You knew, by experience at the hospital, that it was normal. He was totally raving because of the drugs he took.

When he was totally undress (you weren't shy cause you already had seen him half naked, only wearing a suit once at a pool party), you take all of his clothes and put them on the side. Then you take the thermometer from his mouth. Kevin couldn't stop looking at you, totally impressed by your reactions. He also notices the way you take care of Nick and it confirms what he already knew...

"Shit...", you declare after checking the result. You come closer and take Kevin aside to give him some explanations. Nick didn’t need to know and you doubt that he could understand something at the moment. "Do you know what kind of drugs she gave him ? He’s probably having some sort of side effects due to the fact that he drank alcohol", you say with a low voice. 

"I’m not sure. I think he took cocain", replies Kevin as focusing on Nick, mentally searching in his head any kind of clue that could help. 

"We need to know. Otherwise I can’t give him medicine it could be worst. Can we ask Paris ?”. Her name lets a bitter taste on your tongue. 

“Not really sure”, answers Kevin shaking his head. “She was as high as Nick”. You bite your lower lip, thinking about a solution. You turn your gaze and look at Nick, still moving and shaking in his bed. 

“We have to do something. Go back to the party and try to find their mutual friends or even some witnesses. They probably saw something”. In less than 2 mins, Kevin was gone on an assignment, leaving you alone with the poor Nick.

In the mean time, you decided to wrap him around the blanket of the big king size bed. He was conscious but still getting delirious, saying innumerable strange things. Then you go to the bathroom, quickly wet a towel with cold water and come back into the room to put it on Nick's forehead. You hope this will help to reduce his body temperature.

Strangely, it seems to work and he calms down, stopping talking and moving. He was just waiting, patiently, looking at the ceiling. In consciousness your other hand start to caress his beautiful face and his sweet hot cheeks. Suddenly Nick's eyes lay down on you and you nearly jump in surprise, shame of your gesture. Nick was one of your best friend, you knew he didn’t have this kind of feelings for you. Plus he wasn’t single (even if you hate his girlfriend more than anything). When you pull back your hand, Nick is faster than you and catches your hand (when did he get it out from the blanket !?).

"Don't stop", he whispers, with a low husky and hashed voice. You smile at him and put back your palm on his cheek. He starts to close his eyes and you notice that his breathing is also calming. "Why are you still doing this horrible things to you and your body Nick...Why...", you whisper, hoping that he’ll hear your words while sleeping. 

*

“Why are you helping me ?”, Nick’s low voice wakes you up. You felt asleep and you didn’t even notice it. The clock on the wall informs you that you slept almost 3 hours. You wink a few times and notice that Kevin wasn’t come back yet. Poor him, he is probably still investigating in the club at the moment. 

“Why are you here (X/Y)? Why are you helping me ?”, asks Nick again, hoping for an answer. You turn your gaze in his direction. He really looks better than a few hours ago - he was still pale but he wasn’t trembling anymore. The drug’s effects must have been disappear and so do the temperature. 

“You’re my friend Nick, you know I’ll always be there for you, you know the reason”, you answer back as checking up his temperature. This discussion may take a very dangerous turn and you don’t want it. The best way to act is to avoid it. You go back on your feet and search for the thermometer. When you find it, you come closer to Nick but he stops you, once again, by gently grabbing your wrist.

“I know you so well (X/Y)...”. You look at him and your heart start to beat faster, hurting your chest. “You’re lying. I know it because you avoid to look me in the eyes”. You bite your lower lip and lower your head. You are totally trapped and you know it. Not without difficulties, Nick tries to get up and sits down in the bed to face you. His index pushes slowly your chin to raise your head. 

“Tell me”. His voice is more like a whisper and you must live with it. You have no choice to tell him the truth. You gulp as searching for the right words.

“This is really embarrassing...”, you start to say but Nick quickly takes your hands in his, like for comforting you and encouraging you to continue.

“Say it baby, I won’t judge you. I promise”. You feel a hit in your stomach as hearing him calling you “baby”. He usually calls all the girls from his circles like that but it hurts knowing that he’ll never call you “baby” as his girlfriend. 

And suddenly, this is too much. Probably due to your lack of sleep or the tension, you don’t know, but everything just go out. 

“Cant’ you see ?”. Nick frowns and shakes his head, to mean a ”no”.            “I’m in love with you since we are 16 Nick. I've seen you having girlfriends and admirers since almost ten years and I can’t handle it anymore. It hurts too much. And seeing you with Paris...seeing you destroying yourself, your career and your talent...I can’t”. Tears slowly appears in the corner of your eyes as you go along with your confession. You turn your head, ashamed and pretends to put away all your medical stuffs that you used hours ago. Until you feel a hand on yours. 

“Why keeping this secret for so long?”, says Nick, deeply touched and broken by what you’ve said to him. He never imagined that you could have feelings for him...

“We don’t all have your confidence, you know”. You take a little pause before adding. “What didn’t want me to say ? Hey Nick, I’m in love with you. It only works in movies”. You finally collected all your stuffs and put them in your bag. Nick was feeling better, he didn’t need you anymore. What he needs most was sleeping. Tomorrow will be an other day. Nick stays for a while deep in his thoughts, He was still troubled and searching for the right words to say to comfort you. When he realizes that you are about to leave, he quickly stands up, nearly falling with all the blankets you put around him earlier. It was now or never.

“(X/Y)...Wait !”. You stop in front of the door, hearing from behind. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to put you in this...I mean...I fucked up, once again, I know and I don’t know why I still put myself in this kind of situations but...I’m sure of something. You are the one who has always been there for me, anytime. You always take care for me, even if I don’t deserve it”. You turn around and you are about to protest when Nick’s index lands on your mouth. 

“Listen to me. I also have a confession to make”. Now it’s your turn to frown. When you come tonight, you never expect such situation. Nick takes a deep breathe and closes his eyes for a moment. He is probably lost in his thoughts, thinking about something to say. 

“I never imagine that a girl like you could ever love a guy like me. I'm just a poor kid coming from a disturbed family and you are so...perfect...so intelligent, beautiful and so kind. Why would I deserve you? That’s why I never proposed you...”. Shocked and surprised, you stay there, standing in front of the door, looking at him with big rounded eyes. All of his words were resounding in your head until a tear just drop from your eye. You are deeply touched by his words. 

“Nick...I...I’m confused...Why did you think such horrible things?”. You authorize yourself to come closer to him and to put your palms on his cheeks. They are reds but not hot. “You are a beautiful human being, in any ways, and I don’t want you think that I could never love you for who you are”. 

You stay silent, maybe 2 minutes, only looking at each other until Nick makes the first step. He takes your hands in his, from his face, and puts them around his neck as he comes closer to take you in his arms. You can feel the softness of his bare skin, even with the fabric you are wearing. Like if you were elsewhere, in your own bubble, he leans over you and you both stick your own foreheads. Nothing or no one else matters.

You close your eyes as you hear him sing...

“I don’t care who you are...where you’re from...no matter what you did....as long as you love me”. 

“Then love me Nick...”, you whisper against his lips. No need to say it twice, he leans closer and crashes his lips into yours. Slowly and delicately, like if it was your first kiss. Many butterflies swarm into your belly as joy fulfill your veins. You are really living a dream at the moment and you don’t want it to end. Never...